Royally Loved

I was fifteen. I just started school at

Academy of the Arts. My life was

different now. I was born and raised in

a castle, yeh you heard me. A castle.

My mother and father gave me up

because they couldn't raise me, they

were too poor. A lovely couple adopted

me. These are the people that I call

Beth and Andy. I don't call them

Queen Elizabeth or King Andrew. Did I

mention that they are royals. When I

tell people that I am a royal, they

response is "I had no clue. What does

that make you a princess?" and then

they get on their knees and say " My

apologies, Princess Kayla. My bracelet

started to vibrate. My friends started to

star at me. "What was that?" I

responded " Nothing, I got to go." I ran

out. When my braclet vibrates, that

means my mom is having the baby. It's

a royal thing. I ran down the hallway

and pushed the doors open. I stopped

to take off my heels. I ran so fast that I

think people didn't even see me. As I

walk up to the castle, I see thousands of reporters. I stop in the middle and

slowly put my shoes on so they don't see me. I take out my emergency makeup and mask so no one knows my identity. I don't go to balls or dances. I kindley tell the reporters to move. One responses "why who are you a royal?" And they all start to laugh. M